A Very Quick Test Comic For Hybrid High! This Would Be In The Second "chapter" (if You Count The Prologue

yesssss my clown children hehehe I can't wait to draw them myself! thank you so much again for drawing em!

Clown customs for @yaboy-robin ! Honk honk

The last one is not a gem but it is a clown merchant themed 👀

Another gem for my personal relaxing oc au where I replace all the gems (minus the diamonds and steven and rose) with gem ocs of mine. 

This is Brimstone! The right hand of Yellow Diamond.

Brimstone is the sole survivor and emergent gem of a disastrous first colony attempt by Yellow Diamond. The colony was plagued by hostile/powerful organics, permafrost in the ground (which would cause erasures in an emerging gem’s coding if they were infected while they were incubating), and it was unable to support the pressure upon it. The colony literally collapsed in on itself. This caused the loss of all files on how to make Brimstones. Yellow was devastated by this embarrassing loss, caused by her bullheadedness and rush to complete her first colony in her eyes. So, she was truly thrilled to see that but one Brimstone emerged and survived the collapse. Even if the Brimstone was infected by permafrost and lost a few abilities she wanted Brimstones to have due to it, Yellow quickly took Brimstone in as her official right hand, protecting the one success from her first colony from the wrath of White Diamond.

Brimstone herself is very quiet, shy, and anxious. She frets for her poor Diamond’s health, and fears the “scary” rebels that have come to a head suddenly. She feared them during the war too. Feared that they would steal her away from her diamond. Her lower half is a broom so she can sweep as she walks.

The four Diamond right hands are a very close nit group, so Brimstone is close with Dolomite - something very few gems can say. She finds Steven terrifying at first, when they think he is Rose. She hides behind Yellow’s leg the best she can while taking notes of the trial. When they think he’s Pink, she is polite and doesn’t talk to him much. Asking to be excused from his next “game” a few times. And when they finally realize he’s his own person, Brimstone is kind and more open to him. 

What is your hypothetical tanzanite design?

(As in what would your tanzanite designs look like)

Sorry for the ask

Sorry, I don't do requests unless I specifically ask for them. If you want to, I have custom/surprise gem adopt comms open for $10

Two sketches I didn't feel like lining/coloring that I did while thinking about very minor characters I never talk about,

Helvetica having a "who broke it" moment. (His mug says: "Drink Coffee: Do Stupid Things Faster with More Energy".)

Tutorial smokes. Both tobacco and weed, though mostly tobacco. His tail wags automatically when he's very high. The broken heart cloud is cause I'm thinking Tutorial was betrayed and abandoned before he was given his role in the Land of Legends, which has worsened his descent into not trusting others and refusing to get close to anyone.

Today's stupid question is, what happened to Tutu Pearl?

well my adhd said "hey here's another thing to focus on now. have fun."

the next "chapter" would have involved her being "babysat" by bismuth.

so I thought it would be fun to design an Our Life: Beginnings and Always step 1-2 version of Aster from Titan Arum bc @minthe-drawings said Aster and Cove could be a couple and I have been thinking of that non-stop. Like imagine growing up with Aster and his spoilerness. (I won't detail more for those who wanna play the game ;alksdfja;)

Anyway yea. 8 year old Aster is a secret cat not boy and uses hella big words for no reason and eats bugs. 13 year old Aster probably is a stereotypical edgy teen but with more like.... actual sharpness to them if that makes sense. Instead of pretend sharpness. They hate those braces it gives them a slight lisp but it should fix their overbite. Also still likes wearing cat ears in private for funny haha look cat ears (also look it's fun to wear cat ears sometimes shut up)

Percival "Percy" Rodrigez has tried his hardest his whole life to be the best son he can be. He gets straight "A"s, he's on the honor roll, he never gets in any trouble, and never brought anyone over that his single mother would disapprove of. Sure, he didn't really have friends, but did he need them? He was happy…. Until his mother's whirlwind romance and subsequent marriage to Moral Nightengale, a fae hybrid and principal of the titular Summit Highschool. A school created to cater to and solely teach hybrid students of all types. From a half mermaid-half naga, to the half bird-person-half elf. They all roam the halls. And now Percy will as well. Now the first full-blooded anything in the school's history, Percy must come of age way out of his element. Hounded by wild, and off-the-wall characters like his lab partner Zipper, or the library assistant Jack, or head cheerleader Valentine - Percy is just hoping to make it to homecoming alive.

A small sketch to test out a concept.

Hitchcock has a small.... issue with blood. He's not.... scared of it, necessarily. It’s just.... any time he sees it-

Their screams fill the air. (Who's? And why-) His troops beg for mercy. (His? He's never.... Has he? A long forgotten mission maybe?) Ubris shows no mercy (Ubris? He's never liked Ubris. He never could place why. Well-) Ubris's face shows no emotion. (Sometimes something pricks at his mind.) Their blood colors Ubris's cloak a different color. (This very scene sometimes.) Please please please just let it stop- (He never remembers that the memory passed by until it passes again) Ubris coldly tells Hitchcock it's over (What's over? What is he forgetting?) So long as he never tries this again- (Tries what? What had he done?) He could live. (Why is he crying- living is good!)

The blood is dry and caked into him by the time he forgets. Did he spill food coloring? Odd. He doesn't remember. He should clean up.

Gwendolyn jumped as the front door to the home he was staying at slammed open. He sat up from where he sat, placing his propped up feet back onto the floor. "Illy?" He stood and approached the woman he'd come to know as a friend who had somehow found where he was staying. "What are you doing here?"

Illendra stood in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain outside. She glared up from under her wet bangs and spoke clearly. "How do I die?" Her voice was firm, but shaky. And her eyes, dark with hate and anger. Wet with something other than the rain.

Gwendolyn drooped at the question and extended his arms to Illendra, trying to comfort her. "Illy. You know I can't-"

"Don't give me that shit, Rolfe!" Illendra stepped inside, pointing an accusatory finger at Gwendolyn. "I know you know and, damnit, you're the only one I can trust to tell me!" She motioned angrily, "Just- be the rebel you say you are and fucking tell me! I can't do this if- If I don't- If I don't know what he-" Illendra looked away and hugged herself. 

Gwendolyn sighed and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders gently. "Let's get you dried off, yeah? We can talk about this later, okay?"

"No!" Illendra shook off his coat, "I'm tired of all this! I'm tired of not knowing, of you looking at me with that pitying fucking look in you eyes-" Gwendolyn flicked his eyes away sheepishly at the point, knowing he'd been doing that. "I'm tired of- of Boss and this stupid fucking fate, and the stupid fucking curse bitch and- and-" Illendra buried a hand in her hair roughly, tears spilling freely at this point. 

Gwendolyn blinked a few times, before sighing deeply and looking behind himself a moment in thinking before looking back to Illendra. "You know if I tell you, you can't go back to not knowing."

"You think I don't know that, Gwen?!" Illendra's voice cracked, sniffing angrily and wiping her eyes roughly. "I just.... Wouldn't you have wanted to know?" She looked away, hugging herself, "Before you made your own mistake? Left for your own fate?"

Gwendolyn looked to the floor, distantly. Thousands of screams and the terrible sirens rang somewhere in his mind. He bent down and picked up his coat, "You're impaled," Illendra startled at him actually saying something, instead of saying sorry and moving her along. He began to fold the coat absently, not looking at her, "In your abdomen. Right above your belly button. Your lung gets pierced and the sword exits to the right of your spine. You go into shock pretty much immediately, after he removes the blade. So you don't feel much. You bleed out, I think."

Illendra blinked a few times as Gwendolyn talked, having turned away from her and hung his coat over the arm of his coach as he spoke. He swallowed thickly and leaned on the coach, head hung as he took off his hat and put it on his chest in a mourning method. "I- .... You're not alone. As you die. There is someone there. I cannot say who, but it is not him. He flees after you fall. A small comfort, I know but...." He choked on what he could say after that. 

Illendra sniffed and clutched at her stomach, gripping her shirt fabric there roughly. She smiled, however, tears flowing freely, "Thank you, Gwen."

"Sure," Gwendolyn's own voice cracked dryly, trying to ignore the future gurgling of pain and fear ringing in his ears. Knowing it was him who had to hold her as she died. Comfort her and tell her that it was okay. He didn't know if she would realize it was him. And she didn't need to know it was him. But... She didn't deserve to die alone. He knew he'd go there as soon as he knew. He knew he'd want the same. And so he'd give the same. For her. Because he-

"I'm sorry I asked you do that-" Illendra looked away a moment, sniffing, "I just-"

"It's fine," Gwendolyn pretended he wasn't crying and ran a hand through his hair. "You want something to drink? And a towel? You're dripping all over my carpet." 

Illendra looked down before laughing bitterly, "Sorry. Sure. Thanks." 

Gwendolyn nodded and went to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall next to the doorway after he finally entered it and covering his mouth. So he could finally sob openly.

Day 2: Sinensis as a “formal apology”